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In the large square outside Asgard's Asgard, ripples suddenly flashed in the air.

The soldiers guarding the entrance to the Immortal Palace suddenly became commotion, and they all looked over there. But no one moved, because these experienced soldiers knew that their duty was to guard the gate. Once they were transferred or left their posts without authorization, they were likely to encounter sudden changes - not to mention there would definitely be inspections over there. The guard rushed over to check.

Sure enough, sensing a special spatial fluctuation, a small group of guards hurried towards the square.

It's rally time now, and there's still some distance before dinner time, so there are also a lot of people near the square.

The space distorted for a while, then gradually calmed down, revealing a clear picture.

——Spatial projection technology!

Being able to project images from other time and space outside the gate of Asgard's Asgard, needless to say, must be with Odin's permission. Even the air in Asgard belongs to the ruler. This is the case for every Asgardian subject. We all know the fact, so after seeing this kind of spatial projection, the people didn't panic much. Instead, they looked up with interest to see what happened.

An old man wearing golden armor and holding a war gun appeared on the screen.

"Isn't this...my king Odin?"

The sharp-eyed person recognized it immediately, and couldn't help but feel a commotion in the place.

"What's going on? Isn't my king in the fairy palace? Why does he appear in other time and space?"

"The one on the throne..."

Discussions suddenly broke out from all directions, and the guards who came to maintain order were also a little panicked. They reflexively wanted to drive away the people gathered in the square.

"My subjects!" Just when the commotion began in the square, Odin in the picture suddenly spoke.

"Yes, I am not in the Nine Realms now. The one sitting on the throne is not me, but my son Loki!"

As the number one mage in the nine realms, Loki had already sensed everything the moment the space projection appeared. When he was wondering what was going on, Odin's words made him fall into the ice. In the cave.

"There is no need to blame Loki, I acquiesced in this matter!"

"Now, a challenger to the throne has appeared. Today's battle will determine who will control the next throne of Asgard!"

After just a moment, there was an uproar in the square.

"Who? Who dares to challenge my king?"

"There are actually such stupid people? Odin is invincible..."

However, some people who are familiar with the history of Asgard explained: "Don't make any noise. In addition to appointing an heir, the throne of Asgard can originally be obtained through force challenge."

"You know nothing!" Someone immediately retorted, "Although there is this rule, you must be an Asgardian, and the three generations are direct blood..."

"Look, my king Odin's opponent has appeared!"

"That is……"

Wearing a dark green energy armor, there was a cloud of dark mist floating vaguely behind her. As her tall figure walked step by step from the endless void, the mist also continued to tremble.

Only warriors with strong strength and sufficient eyesight can see that it is not a mist, but an extremely advanced space skill. It looks like just a dark mist, but in fact it contains overlapping twisted spaces, and it's not known what extremely powerful things are hidden inside.

"That's..." Finally, an older Asgardian recognized the opponent standing in front of Odin.

"Hela!" Odin looked at Hela with a complicated expression, "Seeing you standing in front of me, I suddenly remembered many past events!"

"Lions always grow old!" Hela looked at Odin calmly, "You have imprisoned me for thousands of years, and now I stand in front of you and challenge you with the traditions of Asgard! For the throne , and for my dignity!”

Odin hesitated to speak, and nodded after a while, "As you wish!"

The square fell silent, so quiet that only the howling wind could be heard. Everyone is paying attention to this battle, the invincible but old king, and his grown-up children.

At the same moment, almost everyone on the entire planet Asgard was watching the battle for the throne through different channels and methods.

Except for Thor who is still foolishly drinking with Falcon on earth...

No, there is another one. Deep in the Immortal Palace, in a magnificent bedroom, there is a middle-aged woman with beautiful appearance and elegant temperament. She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, wanting to see the scene on the magic mirror, but she stubbornly turned her head and refused to look. Unknowingly, her fingers turned white from excessive exertion.

"Odin" suddenly broke into the palace. The woman stood up suddenly, her beautiful brows slightly wrinkled, "Why are you here?"

"I...I..." "Odin" realized that he could no longer pretend. He suddenly wiped his face and turned back to Loki's appearance. He lay obediently in front of the woman, "Mother, why would someone suddenly come out to fight for the throne?" ?Who is that woman? She...what qualifications does she have to compete for this position? "

"You..." Frigga was angry and funny. She poked Loki's forehead with her finger, pulled him up, and explained with a wry smile, "This is your sister Hela. In fact, before you Before Thor was born, Hela was the unofficial heir to the throne!"

"My sister?" Loki was completely confused at this moment. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. He hesitated for a moment before tentatively asking, "Then why have I never seen her in all these years?" ?Where has she been all these years?"

"This is a long, long story!" Frigga sighed. "She was once the leader of the Valkyries, and she was also the strongest warrior in Asgard besides Odin..."

Just as Frigga told Loki the story of Hela, the battle between Odin and Hela officially began.

The first one to attack was naturally Hela. The moment she completed the full coverage of the energy armor and put on the sword helmet, tens of thousands of long swords suddenly shot out from the black mist behind her.

Each one was carefully forged by her, and each one contained immeasurable destructive power.

Tens of thousands of long swords flew up in all directions at the same time, blocking every direction Odin could move. No matter how Odin moved around, he would be stabbed by dozens or hundreds of long swords at the same time.

Faced with this seemingly unavoidable move, Odin did not retreat at all, but suddenly raised the Eternal Spear and stabbed it out with a flat shot.

Gods rarely use big moves when they take action, because they are not needed at all. Every strike of God is flawless. This is a wonderful feeling, as if everything in the world is under his control.

This is the strength of Odin, who is the true peak of the Father-level and is only one layer away from becoming the dimensional lord - reducing complexity to simplicity and returning to nature. The simplest are often the most practical.

No matter how sophisticated the moves are, there are only two ultimate goals: hitting and destroying. After thousands of years of training, Odin's moves have basically returned to their original state. His moves look extremely simple, but when he thrusts out a spear, there is almost no miss.

As for the destructive power... Who dares to resist a blow from the Eternal Spear head-on?

This shot was surprisingly fast, and with a flash of fire, it had already stabbed Hela in the chest. Facing this fierce shot, Hela could only take a step back, and tens of thousands of long swords flew to resist it.

The long sound of "clang" is because the sound of thousands of swords and guns intersecting is too dense. To outsiders, it is just a long sound.

The power of the Eternal Spear was finally offset by the continuous impacts, and Hela's murderous Ten Thousand Swords Formation was also completely broken!